The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's gushing everywhere from a giant, overflowing fountain in the middle of a massive, ornate greenhouse. The air's super thick with the smell of wet earth and blooming flowers, and it's weirdly warm in here, like the heaters are still on or something. A miniature, rusty old locomotive is somehow chugging along the edge of the fountain, its tiny whistle blowing as it hauls a train of small, colorful wagons filled with what looks like actual, living butterflies. Umm, sunlight's pouring in from above, but the roof's solid, with no visible windows or gaps.